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Well as most of u already know.....BETH'S BACK....ok now that the obvious is over...
Yesterday was very unusual even from my perspective....
Well Hurley came and ousted Peter and i from annes house...and by my reconing in record time from his house up to annes
Ummm ya then Peter and i went to Zenas....etc....
Then onward to Tennis...which was not as exciting as earlier events...
"Its a wonder i havent abandoned all my ideas...it seems so absurd and impractical...yet i cling to them because i still believe in spite of everything.....that people are truelly good at heart...its utterly impossible for me to build my life on a foundation of chaos suffering and death... i see the world somewhat transformed into a wilderness...i fear the approaching thunder that will fill this place too...and that kills millions...and when i look at the sky somehow i feel that everything will change for the better..that this cruelty to shall end and give way to peace and tranquility"
Ok that is for all of u lit bugs out there to decipher and guess whom said that....
In other news...im feeling a twinge of sadness...i hope it shall blow over....maybe going out somewhere might qualm this inner rebellion of the army of sadness... i feel like i am imprisoned on an island in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean...desolate, cold, lacking remorse and pity.... i think i may write a sadness story....or better yet...transcribe the story that sent me to the school phschiatrist...lol that was funny though...the whole incident was..... first i asked Mrs. Gonzales to read over the mini-story that i had written.... she was reading it during a staff meeting thing and another teacher (Mrs. Good) commented on the supposubly gruesome nature of the story...at that point the counselor...(Ms. Bradley)... confiscated the story and read it...deamed it a potential threat to the student body.... i was called into her office...my mum was notified...and i waited a week and a half before the psych came by and did a mini analysis on me.... he asked me if i was angry etc....commented little things...asked me repeatedly if i was mentally handicapped (for Oregon)...retarded(for Idaho)... he even went so far as saying retarded...stupid supposed medical proffesional...well that was the end of it....i guess it may be on my record...o well.
Im gonna find that story somehow in this mess of stuff.
K that was fast...i found it...i shall get it done sooner or later...muahahahaha..... Hmmm i have become addicted to some foreign music types...and Bert try listening to Opeth incase u havent yet...they are nutty..lol
Yesterday was very unusual even from my perspective....
Well Hurley came and ousted Peter and i from annes house...and by my reconing in record time from his house up to annes
Ummm ya then Peter and i went to Zenas....etc....
Then onward to Tennis...which was not as exciting as earlier events...
"Its a wonder i havent abandoned all my ideas...it seems so absurd and impractical...yet i cling to them because i still believe in spite of everything.....that people are truelly good at heart...its utterly impossible for me to build my life on a foundation of chaos suffering and death... i see the world somewhat transformed into a wilderness...i fear the approaching thunder that will fill this place too...and that kills millions...and when i look at the sky somehow i feel that everything will change for the better..that this cruelty to shall end and give way to peace and tranquility"
Ok that is for all of u lit bugs out there to decipher and guess whom said that....
In other news...im feeling a twinge of sadness...i hope it shall blow over....maybe going out somewhere might qualm this inner rebellion of the army of sadness... i feel like i am imprisoned on an island in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean...desolate, cold, lacking remorse and pity.... i think i may write a sadness story....or better yet...transcribe the story that sent me to the school phschiatrist...lol that was funny though...the whole incident was..... first i asked Mrs. Gonzales to read over the mini-story that i had written.... she was reading it during a staff meeting thing and another teacher (Mrs. Good) commented on the supposubly gruesome nature of the story...at that point the counselor...(Ms. Bradley)... confiscated the story and read it...deamed it a potential threat to the student body.... i was called into her office...my mum was notified...and i waited a week and a half before the psych came by and did a mini analysis on me.... he asked me if i was angry etc....commented little things...asked me repeatedly if i was mentally handicapped (for Oregon)...retarded(for Idaho)... he even went so far as saying retarded...stupid supposed medical proffesional...well that was the end of it....i guess it may be on my record...o well.
Im gonna find that story somehow in this mess of stuff.
K that was fast...i found it...i shall get it done sooner or later...muahahahaha..... Hmmm i have become addicted to some foreign music types...and Bert try listening to Opeth incase u havent yet...they are nutty..lol